May 31, 2023
In present life there was a fever Growing in a heart of woe It seemed that one would meet Thee never On the path that all would go.
I met the sages, spoke with them As a child among the great And though I barely touched Her hem Life's energy saw claimed my fate
Now in this Auroville I sit Silent and alone and still Hoping one day I may be fit To serve as servitor Thy Will.
Poems Undated (1727)
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